Outsider

"The Outsider" is not long. It tells the story of Meursault, a company clerk who accidentally committed a manslaughter on the beach. When the judge tried the case, he was not based on his murder, but on a series of life details such as his failure to cry at his mother's funeral, and finally sentenced him to death. Looking at Meursault's case under the imperfect legal system and underdeveloped technological level of the 19th century, I think it is not absurd to sentence him to death, but the process of his trial was full of absurdity. As the defendant, Meursault was unable to express his opinion in court and could only ask in his heart "Who is the defendant now?"; The judge and everyone did not pay attention to the case itself, but based on the fact that he did not cry at his mother's funeral, drink milk and smoke at his mother's funeral After the details of his life determined that he was "unforgivable", the final sentence "I accuse this man of burying a mother with a murderer's heart" was very ridiculous, making us wonder, is this a verdict on the murder case, or a moral judgment on not crying at the mother's funeral? Camus's line "In our society, anyone who does not cry at her mother's funeral risks being sentenced to death." Gave me chills down my spine. The judge's attitude towards Meursault reminds me of the 13-year-old murderer's uncle's defense of him, "He is an obedient child." Fortunately, the modern and perfect judicial system emphasizes evidence. It is difficult to imagine that at that time, "anyone who did not cry at his mother's funeral may be sentenced to death." Would a murderer be exempted from the death penalty because of the "glossy appearance" of his usual moral behavior? I used to like Meursault as a character, but now I find that I don't really like him. I just admire him for following his inner voice when facing the judge, his proud attitude of being confident about everything when facing the priest, and his insistence on the freedom of his own beliefs or disbeliefs. Many people think he is indifferent and even hateful, and criticize him for having no love for his mother. However, crying or not crying is just a matter of nature. Some people are born with emotional dryness. Why should we measure others by our own moral yardstick? His response to Mary's proposal was "it doesn't matter whether we get married or not", and to Raymond "it doesn't matter whether we are friends", which shows that he has an "indifferent" attitude towards worldly affairs. I don't think it is indifference. After all, he also likes sunbathing. He also noticed the color of the sky and smelled the scent of summer evening. It can be seen that he loves life just like us. It's just that everyone's needs are different, and they are different from the worldly needs, so they appear to be out of tune with society. Meursault, like an outsider, looks at this absurd world coldly. He is the emotional outsider, he is the outsider in the trial. He vaguely, rightly and wrongly talked about a love that was about to enter marriage; he fired four shots inexplicably and at will, and got involved in a life-threatening dispute; and finally, he indifferently participated in a judicial trial that had nothing to do with him and was an outsider. He has been lonely. Those friends and lovers can only accompany you for a while to relieve your loneliness. And true loneliness is something you have to deal with yourself. He did it, and in prison, he gained spiritual liberation from life. He understood the absurdity and ridiculousness of this world, as well as the sincerity and beauty of this world. Just like the last paragraph describes: "Facing the night full of information and stars, I opened my heart to the touching indifference of this world for the first time. I experienced that this world is so like me and so friendly. I feel that I was happy in the past and I still am now. Happy. In order to make everything perfect and to make me feel less lonely, I also hope that many people will come to watch on the day of my execution, and hope that they will shout hateful words to me." After he liberated himself, he fell in love with this moving world lonely and desperately. Of course, what I want to say at the end can be expressed in one sentence: "Be yourself, and then bear the price you pay for your individuality" - just like Meursault in the article.

This book puts the protagonist Meursault on the outside, and everything is plain and reasonable. The prosecutors and attorneys argued at opposite ends, but they were both right. The testimonies of many witnesses were superficial and actually happened, but everyone in the trial ignored one fact - Meursault was the murderer, and his feelings, consciousness and subjective motives were completely ignored by everyone. "Everything is the truth, and everything is not the truth." As the protagonist at the center of the incident, Meursault has a void in his heart and looks down on the world's hearts. He has nothing he cares about and nothing he doesn't care about. After he was imprisoned, he just lived by his memories. He thought about his mother many times. Just because he doesn't say love doesn't mean he doesn't love. Just because he says he doesn't love her doesn't mean he really doesn't love her (he still loves Mary a little bit). He may not even understand himself. But what is admirable is that he has complete control over his own choices. That's enough. Death is a festival that must arrive. It doesn't matter how you die or when you die. The world was originally "unimportant" because of Meursault's "not caring at all". If there is something important, it would probably be "control of life"! To be more specific, it is the control of various choices, principles, ways of living and the way of handling things. Meursault has his own principles. He gave many friends different suggestions, and these suggestions were very pertinent, logical, reasonable, and legal. He is just an ordinary person. Like many ordinary people struggling in big cities now, he faces the pressure of survival, emotional problems, interpersonal dealings, and many things in the workplace are displayed in this small employee. He's not cold, just empty. They're not cold either, just empty.

Maybe life is a lonely thing, so God will send a woman a man, or even, another woman. This female friendship spanning a long time has once again verified Romain Rolland's classic saying: Whoever encounters a friendly heart once in the world and experiences the state of sincerity has tasted the joy of heaven and earth. With friends, life shows its full value.

The world is absurd, people are absurd, and absurd people live in an absurd world and pursue absurd freedom.

There are too many self-righteous people in the world. They ask others to live according to their own way, or that is how this society is. Not believing in Christ is blaspheming Christ, not believing in God requires mercy. You need to show what others want, and you need to play the role that others need. The loneliness revealed by the male protagonist has become the indifference of society, which is as absurd as the trial. We are looking at it like Meursault, watching this good show, watching them judge us and punish us, and every word we say becomes redundant. Meursault himself was just an outsider in his own life, casually observing his dull life. It was because of this trial that he began to observe his mother, lovers, friends, this society and even the entire human race. At the moment when his life was about to expire, he suddenly felt that he was also a member of the human race. But in this chosen destiny, in this life where death will eventually come, in this summer night thinking about my mother, like Meursault, I have never looked forward to the future so much. Fortunately, we will live better than most others.

I didn't feel anything after watching it once. The level is too low.

When I read about Meursault's trial in court, one word always came to my mind - public order and good morals. As Yuval said in A Brief History of Humanity: Human society is based on everyone's common belief in "imagined reality." Public order and good customs continue to converge and consolidate in the process of human development, becoming an important cornerstone of social stability and harmony. However, if the "public order and good customs" of the Buddha and the devil, which are motivated by human kindness, continue to expand, how can it not be a sharp blade that hurts people? It's just the ignored "outsiders" who are hurt. I have always felt that the development of human society follows the concept of "In math we trust", even in the humanities and social sciences that seem to have nothing to do with mathematics. Because human society itself is a classic mathematical model that seeks the optimal solution-continuously seeking the optimal solution that allows the human biological species to thrive and grow under the combined effects of a series of complex variables such as ecological climate, racial culture, production means, technological development, and institutional selection. Fortunately, mathematical rational thinking has promoted the progress of human society on the overall trend; and humans have also been astute or learned lessons, and have identified variables that will have a negative impact, such as war, racism, slavery, environmental destruction at the macro level, or killing, fraud, indulgence, etc. At the micro level. Although the resistance or restraint of certain negative variables has not yet formed a coordinated action across mankind, at least a certain degree of broad consensus can be reached. The most unfortunate and often overlooked thing is that no matter how painstakingly you build an exquisite model, the variables of human society cannot be fully covered, or even if some small variables have been detected, they have been deliberately excluded from the process of solving the model because of their negligible impact on the final results. However, some groups of people affected or represented by small variables, such as the LGBT community, patients with rare diseases, and even "nihilists" like Meursault, have local optimal solutions that are so insignificant in the overall optimal solution for all mankind that they are very likely to become abandoned "outsiders." Take the group of "slaves" as an example. During the social conquest of this abandoned group of people, some vested interests also awakened to question its rationality, and then the arc of humanity of "abolition of slavery" shined through. The more terrifying development direction of the current situation is not only to eliminate the "outsiders" represented by Meursault from the human race as a whole, but also to the "majority" who remain in the process of calculating the optimal solution of the human race as a whole to use so-called morality, justice, or even just normality to launch a heated trial against the "outsiders". Originally, the model for obtaining the optimal solution of human society has changed with the times in different historical stages - in the ancient times, it was about surviving on food, and in modern times when the industrial revolution broke out, it was about economic growth. But once the "majority" firmly occupies the high ground and establishes impregnable common laws, until the independent personalities of "outsiders" are disarmed one after another, the mathematical model of human society will also face rigidity and stereotypes. How many people who have been included in the overall mathematical model of human beings are just hiding their luck under the iron curtain of justice and morality. Every torture and trial launched against "outsiders" does not allow the slightest breath and defense of humanity, and is too lazy to ask the reasons for violence and laziness. It deliberately or unintentionally ignores the misfortune of those "outsiders" who are not included in the overall mathematical model of human society because of their weakness.

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Let me know that it turns out that feeling is that of "outsiders". It seems to be my life and my world. In fact, we are all outsiders. It seems to have something to do with me, but in fact it has little to do with us.

The burning heat was too much for me to bear, so I took another step forward. I realized that this was stupid, that moving so far would not help avoid the sun, but I took another step forward. This time, the Arab did not get up, but pulled out the knife and pointed it at me in the sun. The blade shone brightly, and I felt like there was a dazzling sword pointed directly at my head. At this time, the beads of sweat gathered on the brow flowed to the eyelids, covering the eyes with a warm and thick curtain of water. Covered by sweat, my vision was blurred. I just feel that the sun is pressing on my head like a cymbal, and the shining edge of the knife is always threatening me vaguely.